L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Type match: No Hold Barred
Rules: anything goes. There is no disqualification.
Win by: Pinfall and any type of submission.

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https://youtu.be/IsPFDzAGb4A

When it was time for the fight to begin, the most dangerous blonde in the pub faction walked down the top ramp, imposing and regal, debuting her new gear! A cropped white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a matching black miniskirt, a choker, a badly tied green tie, and leather fingerless gloves. Her new favourite outfit.

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This caused several fans to scream in excitement. However, the queen was not crossing the ramp as she usually does—looking towards the ring like a viper eyeing its prey. Rather, walking backwards. With her back to the ring, and was scanning as searching for whatever might be at the entrance to the top ramp.

That was strange; she had never entered with her back to the upper ramp before, but it seemed to be part of her choreography. The small, energetic jumps helped to see it that way.

There's no need to disguise it, really... this British woman was actually looking for signs of someone hidden somewhere, or willing to hit her from behind, or jump on her from the apron railing. She didn't feel like taking a free hit like last time. And she was really ready for anything tonight. However, no anomaly occurred; therefore, she felt free to pay attention to the fanfare when nothing unusual appeared in her vision. And her theme song was at her favourite part.

Vinlee wanted to make this match incredible, like all the previous ones, and what better way to let her annoying opponent know than by following the good vibes brought by her theme song!

She turned sharply, posing firmly, tilting her hips while resting one hand on them, and with the other, she ruffled her hair and shook it in the air for an incredible pose.

Showing off her new punk outfit, the blonde swarmed, smiling like the elegant villain she is. She swung her pleated miniskirt from one side to the other of her hips. She entered the ring with a jump, one of those where she falls lying on the edge of the apron and enters the ring sliding like an unleashed lioness. Her hair was waving like a whip.

Once inside, she followed her own script. She's not going to show appreciation to the fans just because they love her as much as she loves her opponents—she went straight to one of the corners to lean against them and stare intently at the entrance to the upper ramp, waiting for Louise Belair to show her plump French face.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, and weeks passed before Gabriel and Louise crossed paths in the ring again. It was tonight that Louise would be able to defeat the blonde after losing their first match, and she was eager to take the stage. Luckily, she didn't have to wait too long; the Wildcat theme was already playing, and Louise hurried to the stage.

Theme

https://youtu.be/FPmqfaS1fT0

Louise

Accompanied by the boos of the crowd, Louise walked to the ring with a big smile and one hand on her hip. She raised her head slightly to see Gabriel in her corner, never taking her eyes off her even as she went under the ropes to enter the ring.

"Hmph."

Now standing in the ring, Louise gave the blonde one last look, a look that looked more like a glare full of hatred but also confidence for the rest of this match. No need to say a single word, Louise simply turned her head so her back was to her opponent, returning to her corner while showing everyone her middle finger.

It was infrequent for Gabriel to encounter someone more hated than herself. She herself often straddles the line between being despised and loved, but she hoped to become more of a villain here, as that way she could attract impressive enemies. However, there was Louise, being booed for her antics in the ring, watching the blonde with those eyes that made her hatred for the Briton Viper palpable, before giving the spectators the middle finger as Gabriel was placed on the pedestal of favourite to win by the crowd. It was a peculiar feeling for her, and it gave her pause for thought as everything began to unfold.

The referee would call them to the centre of the ring, and Gabriel would respond with her typical elegance, walking with that defiant swagger, her swaying of the hips, and cracking her knuckles. Never taking her eyes off Louise.

"You still owe me a skirt," she warned, accompanying her words with a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Don't look at me like that, or I'll think you like me," she joked.

Louise's eyes were filled with disgust at her opponent's latest comment. Never in her life would she like, or get along with, Gabriel! The Frenchwoman could no longer contain herself. She strode towards the center of the ring, arms crossed beneath her enormous breasts, and slammed her boot against the canvas with her last step to draw attention.

"Shut up! You owe me a victory, so you're going to politely lose this match and let yourself be tortured, is that clear, bitch?!"

With that, Louise added another middle finger before returning to her corner, glaring at the referee, demanding he start the match before she did!

Of course, she expected a strong response from Bélair. And she craved it as she stood with one hand on her hip and the rest of her sculpted body relaxed in a false manner.

The Brit would never forget that the Frenchwoman had hit her from behind as soon as she crossed the ramp. And that this bitch had snatched her favourite skirt to throw it at the fans. However, Louise, as expected, exceeded the queen's expectations by ranting with the force of an insulted saint—her tantrum shook Gabriel's head back in surprise.

A murmur was all the queen responded with when Louise stopped talking and was left standing on the canvas. But the Frenchwoman finished her off with a middle finger gesture practically in her face. Gabbie just gave a despotic half-smile. She can work with that character.

So Louise turned her back on Vinlee to return to her corner, and the blonde did the same. Neither paid any attention to the referee, who took her time returning to the centre of the ring, clearly intimidated by what he had to watch over in the ring.

However, as they walked away, Gabriel had an intrusive thought—she could do it diplomatically: wait for the bell, measure her strength against Bélair, throw a kick or try to lock her in a headlock. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at the Frenchwoman. Or she could be fair and return the favour from the first match.

The referee saw it coming, but it was too late: he barely raised her arms, unaware that this had signalled the timekeeper to ring the bell to start the fight. And, by then, Gabriel had already run towards Louise and was about to jump on her from behind before she reached her corner. He was going to grab Louise by the shoulders, plant her own knees in the middle of her back and pull Louise backwards to give her a backbreaker.

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